The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning

Chapter 451
The school would occasionally call the villa’s landline. However, Madelyn wanted peace. So, she unplugged all the telephone
lines. She did not even know where her handphone was. She had completely isolated herself from the outside world.
She spent her days following a routine. She would eat, sleep, draw, and occasionally water the flowers in the garden when she
was in a good mood.
At the Azure Corporation, Zach had his hand in his pocket as he walked out of the conference room. Kevin was following
beside him.
Zach asked, “How’s the situation at the Southern Haven Villas?”
Kevin reported, “After Ms. Jent returned from the hospital, she’s been locking herself inside the villa. She hasn’t left the house for
a long time.”
Zach’s eyes were gloomy and mysterious as he said, “Okay.”
When he went back to his office, he sat at the desk. He accidentally moved the mouse. The computer screen displayed a girl
wearing a knee–length white floral–print leisure pajama. She was sitting cross–legged in the villa’s living room, washing her
paintbrush. Her seductive curves near her chest could be seen when it was zoomed in. Her breasts were huge. It seemed like
she was not wearing a bra. The thin fabric revealed her two protruding points, arousing endless fantasies.
Zach grabbed the cup of coffee and took a sip, trying to suppress the restlessness in his lower abdomen.
He thought, ‘Actually, Madelyn can do nothing, and it won’t be a problem. Even if she’s completely useless, I can ensure she
lives a worry–free life forever.‘
For the past few days, Madelyn had constantly been watched by him. He knew whatever she did.
On the screen, Madelyn supported herself on the couch and stood up. But she could not stand steadily. Just when it seemed she
was about to fall, Zach could not help but feel frightened. Luckily, the servant appeared in time to support her.
Zach followed her movement and saw the cartons of milk that had been left in the corner.

He frowned as he thought, ‘I remember she’d drink a cup of milk after waking up every day. But now, it seems like she no longer
wants to drink milk. Although it was a habit that she’d maintained for eighteen years, she could just drop the habit
effortlessly.‘
Margaret supported Madelyn to go upstairs. She nagged, “Ms. Jent, you eat so little for the entire day; you must have low blood
sugar. Get some rest for a while. I’ll bring your meal up to you when I’m done cooking.”
Madelyn lay on the bed. She calmly said, “Go check the mailbox for any new mail.”
Margaret abided, “Okay.”
Madelyn thought, ‘It’s been quite some time. There should be some news by now.‘
A few minutes later, Margaret came upstairs with a thick envelope. She said, “I took this from the mailbox just now. Ms. Jent,
what is it?”
Madelyn grabbed the envelope and opened it. She then took out an invitation letter with golden embossed letters on it, inviting
her to attend an award ceremony in three days.
A rare smile appeared on Madelyn’s face as she said, “I’ve won an award.”
Margaret exclaimed excitedly, “Oh my, really?! What award is it?”
Madelyn shook her head, “I’m not sure yet. It seems like they’ll announce the awards on the day of the ceremony.”
Back then, she just did the painting to give it a shot. Other than the prize money, there was also a possibility of a work contract.
She had followed online discussions about it; it seemed valuable.
Since the Math Olympiad exam was fruitless, she decided to try another path.
She thought there were countless possibilities in life. So, she decided to give it a try even if she could not do anything else.
Margaret said, “Ms. Jent, I received a call on my phone from an unfamiliar number not long ago. That person didn’t say anything.
I guess they were just looking for you.”

Margaret would not have mentioned it if it was just an ordinary phone number. However, the phone number was full of the
number eight. She had lived most of her life, but it was her first time seeing such a thing.
Since she did not know who it was, she did not dare to call back.
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